Just to remind me that I’m not in charge of making beer, my yeast has decided to cause me to scratch my head.
Friday I brewed the second in my Summer Pale Ale series where I pitched yeast harvested from the Cascade Pale Ale. It was as if the stars aligned: I cooled my wort to not quite pitching temp and finished it off in the fermenter fridge like I always do. The SnS starter from the harvested yeast was at full krausen right when the wort hit the preferred pitching temp and I was ready to hit the rack. pitched the starter with a smile on my face and had sweet dreams of a future Amarillo Pale Ale.
I woke up Sat AM and checked on progress where I was met with fairly vigorous bubbles in the blowoff jar so I made a pot of coffee, sausage gravy and biscuits, and continued on with my day pleased at what a great brewer I am. Sat eve as I poured myself a pint of Czech Pils as a reward for my awesomeness, I decided to peek in and see how the bubbles are going. I was somewhat shocked to see not a bubble. Nothing. No signs of fermentation. Weird. I took a hydrometer sample and saw that I was 10 points lower than OG so there was progress — I wasn’t just imagining things. So, I bumped up the temp 5*F (still within temp range for the yeast) to see if I could improve performance.
Today after church, I poured another Czech Pils to have with lunch and peeked in to see if the 5*F temp change I made last night made a difference. Wow. The blowoff jar is full of yeast as is the blowoff line and the CO2 isn’t just bubbling, it’s nearly one continuous CO2 stream. LOL.
Just when I think this is a routine brew, nothing to see here, the yeast figured they’d let me know who’s in charge by slamming on the brakes then flooring it again. The old yeast brake check to get me off their bumper. Who knows.
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